Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other
sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't.
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag
filled with vegetable soup.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an
eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30 p.m.
Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the
center. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever .
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other, like two fright trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m., travelling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m., at a speed of 365 mph.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr.
on a Dr Pepper can.
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences
that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the
East River.
The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the
interview portion of Jeopardy!
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not
eating for a while.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either,
but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can
tell butter from I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated
because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating
electric fan set on medium.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E-coli and he was
room-temperature Canadian beef.
Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation
thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it
to the wall.
Some of them, however. . .LOL!
--Satan, quoted by John Milton
"Don't want to sound like a fanboy, but I am with you. I'll buy it for sure, it's just a matter of for how long I will be playing it..."
- Silvast, Battle.net forums
quote:
ACES! Another post by Kegwen.:
I concur.
I concur with your concurence
quote:
G.L. Ryuujin Model 2000 was programmed to say:Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the
center. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever .
I actually really like that one... heh...
love it.
No, Really. Bite me.
quote:
This one time, at G.L. Ryuujin camp:
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't.
I like this one.
